“if the only way was forward, we would never have seen the moon walk” – POE

For Tyaice

The drive back home for Tim was uneventful, however, he couldn’t help but berate himself. What was all that flood of emotions as he talked about his dad? And why did he feel naked all of a sudden? He decided he needed to get himself some ass tonight to take his mind off the day. He had enjoyed her company though. She was lively, intelligent, innocent and fun; a clear upgrade from the dumb street bimbos that had graced his bed. A sly smile crept to his face as he tried to picture her naked, her perky tits and supple skin. Scrolling through his phone, he dialed Biola’s number. She was a pretty light skinned booty call he had hooked up with a while back, and while she was gorgeous with curves in all the right places, her proclivity for parties and drugs was a major turn on for him too. He liked his girls reckless and loose as it made them easier to control and open to the dirty suggestions and perversions that were his sex life. His composure and decorum at work was a complete opposite to his life behind closed doors. And tonight he had a few things he would love to try on her to sate his appetizing thoughts of bela. Dialing, He listened as the automated voice of the female MTN bot yammered “ if you want to copy this callertune press 11” and the sound of yemi Alade’s voice blared through his car’s bluetooth speakers “ if you want me you must buy me Ferrari, ah ahh, soup wey sweet na money dey kill am ehh ehh , cause I love you no be for mouth..” His mind drifted off as he thought of how typical it was for the average Nigerian girl who had never earned a penny in her life to take the word of a hardworking artiste as gospel truth and expect an entitlement just for being “bae”. “such arrant nonsense”. His thoughts were interrupted as biola’s voice came on, “hey tim, been awhile, how have you been?” “I have been great but I’d feel much better if I saw you today”, he could literally feel her blushing from the sound of her voice “ awwwn, missed me haven’t you?” how about you come pick me up and I’ll take very good care of you, we would have to make a quick stop at the chemist though as I am low on supply” tim instantly knew that would be for rohypnol tablets and codeine, “ okay baby, I’d be picking you up in 30 mins or less”. Tim knew quite well she would do anything to be his main squeeze but her drug use was as much of a turn on for him as it was also a turn off, moreover, why spoil a perfectly good arrangement with feelings. “pfft”

Two hours later, biola lay naked and asleep in tims arms, passed out and sated from the combination of drugs and the exerting sex that had consumed them immediately they got to his apartment. He could hear her light snore while his mind was sharp as he was wide awake. He always fell asleep immediately after sex but today his mind was still on bela, same way it was while he made love to biola, he couldn’t believe how quickly he came and thankfully, his bed mate was too high to notice. The more he thought about her, the more excited he became. He picked his phone to look at the time, it was 1:33am, he scrolled to her number and typed a message but on second thought he deleted it. He didn’t want to seem too thirsty, “play it cool now, easy does it” he quickly opened his whatsapp application and refreshed his favorites to see if she was on there, praying silently, he scrolled down, saw her name and opened her page. He clicked on her displayed picture and waited impatiently as the image blurred and became sharp. Damn she was beautiful. his mind drifted to how those succulent lips would feel against his, just then Biola stirred and shifted closer to him, cuddling him once more with her naked form. He dropped his phone and snuggled closer; he could feel his erection, smiling, he started suckling on her boobs and caressing the mound between her thighs , he could already feel her getting wet and aroused before she came awake enough to open her legs and invite him to her warmth as he slid into her once more, she was soaking wet and he fit perfectly, he wanted this to last longer not because of who he was with but because of whom he wanted it to be with. closing his eyes he imagined it was bela beneath him as he pumped n and out of her slowly at first till he peaked up his pace as he felt her squeezing him tightly with her vaginal muscles, spasm after spasm as she came, he grunted with one final thrust as he erupted his seed deep inside her for the second time while she held on to him coming down from her own throes of orgasm “ I love you timothy” she said as slumped back unto the bed, he kissed her forehead and left the ed headed forthe shower. the minute the cold sprinkles hit him his mind became clear, “shit” he exclaimed, he just fucked her without a condom, he had never done that with anyone, asides from the risk of STDs, he didn’t want to have a baby. He hoped this one indiscretion wouldn’t haunt him anyway. He turned off the shower and made a mental note to take ampiclox tablets first thing tomorrow morning and also buy biola the morning after pill. drying himself he got back under the duvet, with his back turned to her he dozed off; he couldn’t wait for the day to begin so he could call bela.

Turning restlessly on his bed trying to get some sleep, Treyvon realised he can’t, he works a high stress job but it’s nothing compared to how he feels about her, she’s his world, he’s lost in everything she does. Lust, compassion, jealousy, hate, kindness, affection, he can’t control any of it, all he wants is Esperanza,the sound of her name to his ears, how it rolled out her tongue the very first day they met, his life is incomplete without her. She’s his world, he’ll give anything to have her right now. Physically, emotionally, carnally, that’s when it hits him he’s a slave to love. He has been thinking “what can I do to make it better, how much more can I do to impress her, what do I have to give up, what if she leaves or feels I’m not good enough for her or maybe I’m too good for her… what if!”

He recalls nights they’ve shared, his body against hers, her head on his chest, no space in between just deep breaths and sweet long deep kisses. So deep, so satisfying, so fulfilling, it’s passion at its fullest, and her breasts nudged against his chest. He remembers how they feel, how soft and comfortable those D-cups are, he remembers having it in his mouth, slushing all over it, he recalls her moans and the immense pleasure racing through his veins. He tries to control himself from getting lost but he already is, he’s a slave to love. Wow! he thinks, I miss her, I need her right now, I’d give anything for her to be in my arms right now.

He recalls how she whispers in his ears, nibbling carefully and playfully on his ears, it was raw pleasure sending shivers down his spine. He recalls kissing her inner thighs, slumbering down those big inner thighs, there was no place he would rather be. He remembers how wet she gets and how her body shivers to his every touch, he remembers going down on her, how warm it feels, it’s like the best slimy “gellish” thing he had tasted, she tastes like a delicate mix of exquisite Spanish cream, vanilla ice cream, a dash of ginger, it was truly beautiful. Her moans made him want to work her, pleasing her was all that mattered, she was his life. how he had made her clit so hard and red, playing with it for much longer would probably lead her to the “mountain”,how he gets so hard from having the time of his life with the woman of his life, on that very first night, he thought to himself how hasn’t he already climaxed, no time for thinking though he needed to go to that special place and take her with him. Finally, he mustered the strength and slid it in, she gave a gasp as she felt the length of him in her, it was ecstatic. he filled every inch of her. Slowly and gently with rhythm he went back and forth it was like a gymnast doing his routine but he was no gymnast he was just inspired by a woman, this woman, his woman! He was a slave in love.

He recalls how it lasted only a short while but it was more about the journey and he was satisfied how the journey had gone and he felt she wasn’t dissatisfied either. It was for her like being to Paris, seeing that shoe you always dreamed about with the dress and hand bag to match all of this completely free and given to you by someone who cares about you it was the ultimate feeling of pleasure it was wonderful well at least, that’s what she told him or he thought he heard. He recalls them lying naked, talking about stuff and laughing for hours both too tired to get out of bed. it had been a great night and nothing seemed more important than being in each other’s arms or so he thought.

Now here he was without her, all by himself, it tortured him to think about it but he had no choice he was in love. Where could she have gone where could she be? why hasn’t she sought him out? he began to fear the worst, what had happened to his woman? he couldn’t fathom being without her. it was the worst thing ever. He was sure he couldn’t bear it but she was out there somewhere, he could feel it. Maybe she needs rescuing, Maybe she has someone else, Maybe her phone would ring, Maybe… just Maybe he’ll wake up and this would all be a nightmare and she’ll be lying right next to him, her mouth slightly ajar breathing softly into his chest,,,, his phone beeps to bring him back to the present. it’s not her but there’s news… it’s not bad news but it isn’t good either…

Tune in for part 2😁

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